The White Wolf
“And I still have to take my finals.”
“I see.” Miriam stood, adjusting her beautiful royal blue skirt set. She looked so classy, whereas I looked like a rumpled mess. She began to move toward the door, which made me panic.
“Mirium.” She stalled but kept her eyes looking at the door. “I’ve killed three people.” She turned and looked at me, matching the tears welling in my eyes.
“I know. Nothing I will teach you would have changed their fate. Forgive yourself. You were saving the lives of people you loved. What scares you is that, given the situation, you would do it again.”